I watched Seraphine’s small wolf bolt for her cabin, fear rolling off her in thick waves. The pack gave chase, excited by the scent of prey.
My wolf snarled, torn between the urge to protect and the rage still burning from last night’s revelations. She had been with Leo. Had let him mark her.
I howled again, sharper this time, ordering the pack to hold back. Some obeyed immediately. Others led by Jax’s influence hesitated before slowing.
I shifted back to human form and strode toward her shattered cabin door. The sound of frantic movement came from inside. She was trying to shift back.
The pack gathered behind me, murmuring and laughing. Their bloodlust was palpable.
“Enough,” I growled without turning around. Power rippled outward. Most fell silent.
Seraphine’s wolf had been beautif
